The Wistful Dinner

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The feast was silent. Not the silence of peace, but the heavy, suffocating quiet of a held breath. Candles guttered in the iron chandeliers, their light struggling against the damp stone walls of the abbey refectory. The air smelled of stale wine, wet wool, and the metallic tang of old blood that seemed to seep from the mortar itself. Elias sat at the head of the long oak table. His plate was...

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